And I'm taking my time

I'm shaping and shaking the rhyme

Like I'm staking my claim

Like I'm making a bomb

I'm making it simple and plain

That I'm sick of the game

Sick of the simple and same

I got that reality rap back to the basics

Give me that beat

It is what its got to be

Cause the rhythms an addiction that I got to feed

You could say what you think that it ought to be

And pop lip to your buddies

Just not with me

Okay?

Cause I'm heavy with the track drums

Cat with the boom bap back in action

Slap all your crew back to a fraction

Rap like a Wu pack on my back, son

And they do, cause the rep stay solid and true

[?] probably stop it 'fore we do

Something stupid and ridiculous

Looking so sick of this

Moving music to the life and death until your breath is

Gone